Sharp stones are under him: he spreads sharp pointed things on the mire.
Darts are counted as stubble: he laughs at the shaking of a spear.
He makes the deep to boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.
Behold, I will make you a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth: you shall thresh the mountains, and beat them small, and shall make the hills as chaff.